My Memoirs

It was here. I thought to myself as I traced along the edges of a strange dent in the road. Had it all really happened so fast? No one had even bothered to patch it up, and yet no one cared of its significance. No one knew, really.

I first met you here, didn't I? I smiled. Though the pain in my heart was unbearable, it was a happy memory. I could almost hear the voices as they played out the beginning of my eternal end…

An acolyte stomped on through the bustling streets of Prontera, nursing a sore hand. "Slow down, Rain! Let me explain myself! It's not what you think, really!", a young swordsman called after her, barely able to keep up with her strides. "Honestly! I don't know what happened, but I didn't intend for that to happen! Please, slow down!"

The acolyte whirled around. "Didn't mean for that to happen? Save your excuses, I've heard enough of them already! You publicly humiliated me, and then you expect mercy! You're lucky I stopped myself from socking you even more!"

The swordsman grimaced. He had a large red welt on his face strangely in the shape of a hand.

"But really, this isn't a very rational way to handle the situation! You barely know anybody as it is, so what harm could have really come out of the situation? I was just joking, Rain, please calm down!"

"Your jokes are starting to get on my nerves, Aalap! If you can't at least change your sense of humor into something even slightly less perverse, I might have to—"

"To what? Excuse me, ma'am, but you're stepping on my toes, and you are also threatening a close friend of mine. What could he have possibly done that would have awakened such a rage in you?"

Rain sized up the newcomer. He had a shock of white hair on his head, and wore rather large glasses. If it wasn't for his traditional sage garb or the rather large tome he was carrying, Rain would have shoved him out of the way. As it was, he was blocking her from exiting through the eastern gates.

"Friend indeed? Your 'friend' here decided it would be funny if he took me to the most populated place in Prontera to loudly flirt and make rude comments about me. I personally don't find that a very funny joke."

"Hmm…you are an acolyte, no? Could I borrow your mace for a moment?" The sage gestured at the weapon in Rain's right hand.

"My mace? Sure, but what exactly are you going to do with it?"

"Oh, just to rid of some of the filth in this city." The sage then took the mace and thumped it onto the swordsman's head, letting the mace dent the ground as it drooped off the bump on the swordsman's forehead.

"Thanks for the mace." The sage grinned, handing the mace back to a stunned Rain. He grabbed the neck of the swordsman's tunic and started to drag him away, when Rain stopped him.

"Um, wait! I never caught your name." Rain blushed and looked at the now-dented path.

"My name? Why, its Tavon. Any reason why you wanted to know it?" He cocked his head.

"Um…well, are you free later today? Maybe we could…er…"

Tavon approached Rain. He gently tilted her head up, gazing into her embarrassed eyes. "Are you asking me out?"

"EH! I…uh…" Rain looked shocked, unable to regain her composure from his bluntness.

"You are, aren't you? Would you care to meet me at the Inn at 9 tonight? I'll take you somewhere wonderful." Tavon smiled, then walked off with an unconscious swordsman.

Rain stood there in a daze. She felt as if she herself had been thumped on the head with her mace. He was awfully forward, she thought to herself, but perhaps he'll turn out to be alright.